Chapter 5: "Daozang" changes, blood sacrifice of talismans (2) ()

Wu Luo looked at it carefully again and finally understood what he thought was different: the characters were still those words, and the sentences were still those sentences, but there were a few inconspicuous words in them, which were replaced with different characters.

The same word has the same meaning, but it has changed different writing styles. However, with these changes in details, this "Daozang" gives people a completely different feeling.

He recited it silently several times in his heart, and every time he recited it, he could feel a mysterious feeling. After three or five times, Wu Luo's eyes were gone, and there was no words, no gate of Ruolu Prison, and even no Ruolu Prison, and no entire world.

In front of him was a vain chaos, and the philosophy of "Tao" was hidden in the chaos, which could only be understood but not expressed in words. Immersed in this profound original philosophy, Wu Luo forgot about time in a trance, and did not know how long it had passed.

The vain chaos finally slowly disappeared, and the door in front of me was still the gate, and the words were still the words.

Wu Luo's body shook slightly and came to wake up. Looking at the others, they were still flirting with their eyebrows and thinking, clinging to the words, trying to find out what other ways to find out from this "Daozang".

Wu Luo was also a little strange. Even if he was the Emperor of the Southern Wilderness in his previous life, he had far surpassed these people, but how could these people have learned about "Daozang" for so long, how could they not find anything?

He couldn't help but look at the "Daozang" that was flying dragons and phoenixes on the door again, but he was shocked when he saw it. The original several key different characters had changed all the same as the "Daozang" that Wu Luo saw in his previous life!

He was puzzled: Could this be the "Daozang" that these people saw? Then why did he see something different just now? He couldn't figure it out, but he was secretly happy, understanding that this was his opportunity.

Wu Luo's eyes fell into Mu Yibinglang's eyes, which made him even more impatient: "Hmph, what are you doing with the scattered eyes? I warn you, you can't do it yourself, don't disturb others' understanding, otherwise don't blame me for driving you away!"

Wu Luo didn't speak, and sat cross-legged again to sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth with his whole body.

Mu Yibinglang was even more disdainful: "Sure enough, I still refuse to give up. I don't know how many times you will be hit to understand that the existence of a fool like you is to highlight how extraordinary a genius like me is..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw the sky gathering from all directions and pouring towards Wuluo. Wuluo opened the 360,000 pores all over his body, swallowing all these spiritual energy into his body. Then, he opened his mouth and shouted loudly. A colorful light spurted out of his mouth like a flying sword, shot into the sky sixty feet high, astonished as a dragon, and turned nine times before he took back his mouth.

Mu Yibinglang was still bragging himself just now, but unfortunately he had been waiting to break through the "Nine Palaces" realm but failed. Wu Luo easily completed the first level of Qi, as if a loud ear tube slapped directly on his big mouth, making him embarrassed and embarrassed.

Wu Luo stood up, patted and beat around him, and left with his hands behind his back. Before leaving, he didn't even look at everyone. Even if he was disdainful of Mu Yibinglang.

This contemptuous attitude made Mu Yibinglang very angry and punched him hard: "Idiot, dare to show off his power in front of me, I must make you die a bad death!"

The servants around were stunned. Wu Luo broke through the "Qi Sense" level just now, and his voice was too amazing. Even Mu Yibinglang never had this spiritual light or colorful light in the sky back then.

"How is this possible? Hanzi can actually practice?"

No one can believe it.

Mu Yibinglang was furious: "He has no wisdom, what a big deal to practice! It's just that this idiot is lucky recently..."

Everyone dared not refute, but they felt that it was not like that. If a blind cat met a dead mouse, how could a mere state of qi feel would have a strange phenomenon of spiritual light and colorful light?

But Mu Yibinglang said it well. Without wisdom, he is destined to be difficult to practice, not to mention that he is still a fool and should not be able to practice.

Everyone was puzzled and felt that the recent several things were strange. They really looked at Wu Luo differently. This is the case in the world of cultivation. If you cannot practice, you will be useless. Once you can practice, the prospects will be hard to say.

Wu Luo ignored the shocked people behind him. He was the Emperor of Southern Wilderness, and his vision was extraordinary, so he naturally would not have the same knowledge as a person like Mu Yibinglang. In fact, Wu Luo would not regard Mu Yibinglang as an opponent at all. Mu Yibinglang's weight was far from enough.

The profound knowledge of practice in the previous life was far beyond the vision and insight of ordinary people. In addition, the abnormal "Daozang" was not enough to break through the state of Qi on the spot, then he would be really ashamed of his previous life.

In fact, Wu Luo was not at all complacent when he was walking back. He broke through the state of Qi and accompanied him with strange phenomena. All of this was incredible for those of Mu Yibinglang. Anything happened would happen and he would be ecstatic for seven days and would wake up laughing when he was asleep; but for Wu Luo, this was just right.

What Wu Luo thought was the changeable "Daozang". Wu Luo had also comprehended the ancient Demon Taoist Sacred Sutra. According to Wu Luo's feeling, this changeable "Daozang" is no worse than the "Daozang". Unfortunately, it is obvious that this "Daozang" only has the first paragraph, which means that it can only complete the cultivation of the Baoshan realm and lay the foundation.

Why did this "Daozang" change suddenly made Wu Luo puzzled. He secretly decided that he would often go to this gate to see what was going on, and maybe he could get the scriptures later. He looked back quietly and looked at the dark prison gate from afar, and became even more curious: I have never heard of "Daozang" and there is a follow-up to it. This is indeed mysterious if the "Daozang" is true.

There are several critical moments of the day for cultivators: early morning, noon, and midnight, which are good times for everyone to meditate and practice and absorb the vitality of heaven and earth.

After midnight, Ruo Lu Prison was a little upset for a moment, the monks who were meditating and practicing rested. However, Wu Luo sat cross-legged on the cushion and did not move. He slowly opened his eyes until everything outside calmed down.

I looked out through the crack in the window and was sure that no one was secretly monitoring me. Then I carefully fastened the doors and windows from the inside, and waited for a while before I felt relieved.

Wu Luo is still a small character after all, and he is not worthy of attention from anyone in the middle of the night.

He took off the chain of hair from his neck and prepared to refine it.

Generally speaking, only monks who have broken through the "Treasure Mountain" realm and entered the "Nine Palaces" realm can refine weapons, but Wu Luo has some means to start sacrificing magic weapons at the Qi Sensation Realm.

He pierced his left thumb, squeezed out a few drops of blood, and then used the tip of the needle to dip his own blood, and carefully drew a complex formation on the table.

After the formation was completed, he placed the chain in the formation, squeezed out a drop of blood from his fingers to fall on the chain, and began to sacrifice and refinement.

The formation slowly rotated under the urging of essence and blood. The chains as thick as hair were shrinking into a ball, and a drop of blood could completely soak it.

In a moment, the chain completely sucked the drop of blood bead, and it seemed to be a little insufficient. The chain collided gently and made a slight sound, as if urging Wu Luo to continue feeding blood.

Wu Luo was a little surprised. He used this method to sacrifice magic weapons in his previous life. Even if it was a one-grade magic weapon, only half a drop of essence and blood would be enough. What's going on?

Soon Wu Luo exclaimed regret because he had cut his wrist and let the blood surge, but the hair chain showed no sign of feeding!

Once the sacrifice failed, Wu Luo would never be able to use this magic weapon again. He is now poor and such an obviously extraordinary magic weapon is extremely important to him. Wu Luo could only bite the bullet and bleed. However, the effort of a meal has made his face pale, as if he hadn't seen the sun for decades.

Only then did he realize that the spiritual essence contained in half of his blood in the last life was extremely huge, and this life... it would be fine if he didn't say it.

The chain was extremely greedy. After another meal, it was said that he had filled his blood. Finally, it slowly became quiet. The formation below slowly began to emit a light of inspiration, and a trace of it was as delicate as hair, flying all over the sky, woven a cocoon of only the size of a rice grain around the chain. Then the light of the formation dimmed until it disappeared. The pocket cocoon floated three inches above the table, one undulating, and the rhythm was like breathing.
Chapter completed!